The Way It Ends

47. The Pasta

She was mad. She was boiling with anger. Derek Shepherd was a brainless brain surgeon and should not be allowed to cut open people's skull and operate on people's brain because they will be left brainless. Just like Derek.

After her shift was done, she was quick to get out of the hospital and drive back home. They've been changing locations every other night and today they were staying at Meredith's house. And she was glad because she could kick her brainless neurosurgeon boyfriend out so he could stay at the trailer.

"Derek!" She screamed as she slammed the front door behind her.

"In the kitchen," he called out.

Meredith threw her bag on the floor and hung up her jacket. She tied her hair up in a ponytail and stormed into the kitchen.

"Would you please like to tell me why your mother called me today saying we'll be spending Christmas at her house?" She questioned.

"Oh, yeah, I meant to tell you that," he smiled and turned back to the stove.

"Meant to tell me?" She raised her voice again, "Derek you... ugh," she breathed, "since when did you decide that I'd be okay with this?"

"Why are you getting so worked up about this?" He turned around a second time to see the fury in her eyes, "You loved my mum and my mum loved you."

"Your mum. I loved your mum. You have sisters. Four to be exact," she explained, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the chair in front of her.

"Meredith."

"Don't Meredith me," she grunted, "You're going to call your mum and explain to her that I can't come."

"I'm not doing that."

"The hell you are."

"Meredith," he dried his hands and took off his apron. He walked up to her and lifted her chin, "I love you. I plan on spending the rest if my life with you. You need to meet my family eventually. They'll love you," he stroked her cheeks and kissed the top of her head.

"Eventually. Now is not the time. I mean I'm still having nightmares and apparently I still have trust issues. I'm broken and until I'm fixed I can't meet anyone new," she shook her head.

"You're not broken. You have issues, we have issues but over the past three months you've been doing amazing. Even Dr Wyatt says so. You'll be fine and I won't ever leave your side."

"It's not the point. Your family is going to hate me," she moaned, "I mean what are we going to tell them when they ask how we met. What if I say something stupid or inappropriate. Or both at the same time. What if I mix up their names or say something hurtful without noticing. Oh my god Derek they're going to totally hate me. I can't. You have to call it off-,"

"Meredith," Derek interrupted, placing his hands on her shoulders, "They won't expect you to remember all of their names. It's a big family. We hardly know who's who. And trust yourself. You won't say anything stupid," he smiled lightly.

"What if I ramble. They will think I'm so stupid I can't even form a sentence," Meredith's shoulders relaxed slightly.

"I love your ramble," he smirked.

"Derek," Meredith rolled her eyes.

"Mer, you're the smartest woman I know. I mean you got through med school and got into the greatest surgical program while being held against your will by Anpu. And you survived. You're here, top of your class and most importantly you're you," he stroked her cheek, "You'll do just fine."

"You're not allowed to leave my side, no matter what," she put her finger up.

"We can superglue out hands together."